Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why

No One Is Thinking About You. They're Thinking About Themselves, Just Like You.

The Whole Point Of Diaries Is That Other People Find Them And Read What You've Put. I Did Once Take To Writing My Inner Thoughts On The Computer At The End Of Other Things I Was Writing And Ended Up Faxing Four Pages Of Hideous Stuff To My Accountant So I Don't Do That Now.

It Struck Me As Pretty Ridiculous To Be Called Mr. Darcy And To Stand On Your Own Looking Snooty At A Party. It's Like Being Called Heathcliff And Insisting On Spending The Entire Evening In The Garden, Shouting "cathy" And Banging Your Head Against A Tree.

I Come From Yorkshire In England Where We Like To Eat Chip Sandwiches - White Bread, Butter, Tomato Ketchup And Big Fat French Fries Cooked In Beef Dripping.

Sink Into Morbid, Cynical Reflection On How Much Romantic Heartbreak Is To Do With Ego And Miffed Pride Rather Than Actual Loss